Mark leaned back in his seat, waiting for Sean to pick his opponent. Sean cough until he pointed to his coffee and strained out. "Am I allowed to drink something else?" Mark shrugged it off, he didn't care. Nate chuckled, stating out dismissively. "Sure. Knock yourself out." Sean took his coffee mug, gulping the coffee down to fight the dryness of his throat. When Sean put the mug down, he looked over his line of shot glasses, before saying suspiciously. "Wait a minute... This won't work. Some types are missing. How do we-?" Mark pointed to the Eevee shot glass, telling him. "It's fine. You'll see. Just keep in mind that Eevee is a wild card. She can be used to attack and block anything. Usually people save her until they need her." Sean nodded, then exhaled before picking up Sylveon and pointing to Mark. Mark scanned his line up, before picking up Espeon. Sean opened his mouth to say something, but Mark told him flatly. "It's in the rules of this game. She can counter Psychic and Fairy. Otherwise, she'd be almost useless without her weaknesses in the game."

Sean looked to Nate, who nodded honestly. Pulling a napkin closer, Nate removed a pen from his jacket and told him with a smirk. "I'll write them out for ya... Otherwise, the more drunk you get the more you won't remember." Mark clinked glasses with Sean, chuckling out to Nate. "That's the whole point!" Bringing the shot to his lips, he drank back the shot at the same time as Sean. He liked Espeon's shot. Her shot tasted heavily of purple grape, but it was a pleasant flavor that masked the alcohol very well. He thought about showing Sean the eyeball that was in his mouth but went against it. He didn't want to scare him off. So, he just chewed the capsule and let the strong red grape taste ooze over his tongue. After Sean's shot, he turned the glass over and set it down, moaning out nicely. "Oh, god... That was so much better than that first one. I want more like that." Mark grinned, trying not to draw attention to the pink sugar glitter over Sean's lips and tongue, upon telling him truthfully. "It's the fire pokemon that do it. They really want you to feel the burn."

Mark looked over his line as he turned over her own shot glass and set it down. He didn't know how Nate would play this game. Nate said he was good though. So, he had to see if he could get him out first. Pointing to Nate, Mark picked up his Jolteon shot and winked at Nate. Nate let out a groan, coaxing Mark to smugly tell him. "Eat your heart out, baby." Sean looked between them confused, then down at Nate's written rules. Mark watched Nate debate whether he wanted to lose his Leafeon, Glaceon, or Jolteon. All were valuable because they could take out crucial ones later on. Nate scoffed, picking up Glaceon as he told him firmly. "Alright. I see how you want to play." They clinked glasses and tossed back the shots quickly. Slamming the turned over glasses down together, Nate parted his lips to let a visible cold breath escape his lips. Mark licked the yellow pop rocks off his lips slowly, watching that breathlessly. Nate made that look so damn sexy. His own tongue burned from the strong sour lemon taste, while the pop rock candies in his mouth continued to go off for a bit.

He was a big fan of Jolteon's shot with a pop rock rim. It really felt like sparks and sent shivers through most people. However, seeing Nate's response had distracted him a lot. Sean's eyes widened, asking him curiously. "What the hell was in that?!" Nate pointed to Sean, looking over his line as he answered. "It's an ice capsule. Adds to the intense peppermint flavor of her shot. You bite it and it turns your breath frosty." Sean looked down at his shots, mumbling out. "Is that what that was at the bottom of the glass? I bit it but nothing happened..." Nate blushed, locking eyes with Mark for a second. Mark couldn't suppress his smirk. Reaching out, he brushed his thumb over Sean's lower lip and showed him the sparkling sugar glitter. Sean covered his mouth in shock and Mark chuckled out. "Ya. Good luck getting that shit out of your teeth. You'll be spewing glitter for weeks." Nate picked up Umbreon's shot, snickering out to Mark. "You're one to talk. Have you seen your tongue? It's the fucking color of Espeon's fur!"

Sean lowered his hands to read the napkin note, then picked up Espeon's shot. Mark leaned back, watching as they clinked glasses. Nate clearly knew what he was doing. He was trying to spook Sean. Sean tossed back the shot, then paled a bit. Mark couldn't stop himself from teasing out. "How's that third eye taste?" Sean covered his mouth, shaking his head as he just chewed it. After he finished it, he mumbled out playfully. "You guys are jerks." Mark laughed, giving him a little shrug as he said. "True. We are playing with you a little bit." Sean flicked him off, then pointed to him as he picked up Leafeon. Mark smirked at Sean, picking up his own Glaceon to clink against his. Tossing it back, Mark swallowed the powerful peppermint drink while holding the ice capsule between his teeth. He watched Sean wince clearly from biting onto the sour gummy worm at the bottom of his own shot. Leaning forward, Mark was feeling playful. Beckoning Nate closer, he waited to see if Nate really knew how to play the... slutty version of this game. With a smirk, Nate pushed up the brim of his hat, then rested his arms on the table as he leaned forward to kiss him.

Mark broke the capsule in his mouth during their kiss, causing the frosty breath to leak like smoke between them. The kiss wasn't long. Just long enough that when they pulled away, they both huffed out icy breath. Sean sat completely stunned, his eyes drifting between them. Giving Sean a devilish smile, Mark picked up his Leafeon shot, pointing to Nate but telling Sean. "Normally that kiss would have gone to you... but I don't think you're ready from that yet... and I didn't want to waste my Glaceon." Sean blushed a deep red, mumbling out. "I'm not THAT innocent, you know... I... I could've done that." Mark raised an eyebrow in surprise. He couldn't see Sean being the type to try that... but with a few more shots he might be relaxed enough to try it. Nate picked up his own Leafeon shot, stating to Mark playfully. "I know what you are trying to do, you ass! I'm not falling for it!" Mark clinked his glass, tossing it back. Sucking on the sour gummy worm, Mark lied through his teeth. "I don't know what you are talking about. I just like my sour drinks."

Nate chewed the worm with a disgusted look, muttering out. "Ya. Sure. Fuck you." Sean looked at them in turn, asking curiously. "What mind game are you playing?" Nate coughed a little, pointing to Flareon as he said bitterly. "Mark was trying to bait me into drinking Flareon. But I'm not doing it!" Unable to stick out his tongue, he simply stuck out the gummy worm with one of his wicked grins. It caught him off guard when Sean leaned forward to nervously say. "I'll take you up on that." Both him and Nate turned to look at him with wide eyes. Sean cleared his throat, mumbling out without looking at either of them. "What? You think I don't know how to have fun...?" Mark slid along his booth seat to sit across from Sean better. Leaning on the table, Mark purred out to him. "Make your move, Hot shot." Sean reached out to touch his cheek, leaning in to press his timid lips against his. Mark curled his tongue around the gummy worm, parting his lips to see if Sean was brave enough to try and take it from him.

Sean pulled from his lips a bit, taking a shaky breath before pressing into him more confidently to get it. Mark accepted his kiss, tasting the sweet mix of shots on his tongue. Unlike Nate, Sean acted more confident than he was. Sean's kiss was so light and shy. The passion was there... but he was definitely afraid of it. Mark let him take the end of the worm, but bit down on his end. Forcing Sean to pull on the worm until it tore in half. Leaning back, Mark chewed the worm with a small smile. He could see why Nate thought he had traumatized Sean. He hadn't had a kiss that innocent since he was a young trainer of fourteen. Sean bowed his head, chewing the worm as he mumbled out. "Whose turn is it?" Mark pointed to Nate, who let out a low whistle and said teasingly. "This game just got a whole lot more interesting." Mark smirked at Nate knowingly but didn't answer. Nate picked up his Espeon shot, pointing to Sean as he told him wickedly. "Let's start going in for the kill, shall we?"

Sean stared at his shots with a sudden scared look. Mark knew he had two moves to counter Nate. He could use Eevee or Umbreon. After a few seconds, Sean calmed down and picked up Umbreon. Mark smiled; it was a smart move. Although, Sean certainly didn't like the taste of black licorice or the yellow honey tasting star at the bottom. Gagging a bit, Sean picked up Glaceon and nicely threw back at Nate. "Here's to mud in your eye, Nate." Nate narrowed his eyes on Sean, before mumbling out lightly with a smirk. "You little shit..." Reluctantly, Nate picked up Vaporeon and tossed it back. Sean grinned brightly, turning Nate's chin to look at him before blowing the frost over his face. Nate leaned in closer like he was going to kiss Sean, but just before their lips touched, he squirted Sean with the coconut water from the capsule. Sean jerked back with a small squeal, causing Nate to laugh. Mark shook his head at them, picking up his Umbreon as he told Nate. "It was nice knowing you." Nate jerked his head to look over his line, stating out in shock. "What?! No..." Nate picked up his Sylveon shot, excitedly stating back. "HA! Still in it to win it!"

They tossed back their shots, then Nate quickly picked up his Jolteon shot and pointed to Mark. Reluctantly, Mark saw his end coming as he was forced to use his Eevee shot. Nate flashed him a smug grin, until Sean picked up his Jolteon shot. Nate cursed loudly, using his own Eevee shot to counter it. Mark sat up more in his seat. It was coming down to the wire now. Picking up his Vaporeon shot, he pointed to Nate and stated out. "Critical Hit, Nate!" Nate grabbed his hat, pulling it down over his eyes as he sank in the seat and mumbled out. "NO! Damn it! I was so close!" Mark stood up, picking up Zapdos's critical hit as he told him. "Take it like a man!" Nate smacked the seat, stating out. "FUCK! Fine. Hand it over." Mark gave it to him, watching Nate mumble out. "My poor taste buds..." Without another word, Nate tossed back the super sour shot as fast as he could. Mark could hear the pop rocks in his mouth and watched him struggle to swallow the lemon and lime flavor down. When he did, Mark reached across to pat him on the shoulder. Nate swatted him away, straining out to Sean hopefully. "Kick his ass!"

Sean looked over his last three shots and Mark looked over his last two. No matter how this went... He was going to lose to Sean. Sean picked up his Eevee shot, telling him. "I wanna see how she works." Mark narrowed his eyes on Sean. He was dragging this out and he could guess why. Sean had Eevee, Vaporeon, and Flareon left. While he only had Sylveon and Flareon. Using Eevee let Mark pick any type to counter him. Picking up his Sylveon shot, Mark tossed it back. Shaking his head at Sean after, he told Sean with a grim smirk. "So, we are down to a trial by fire, are we?" Mark reluctantly picked up his last shot. Flareon. Sean smirked back at him, playfully cooing out. "Thought I'd send you out with a bang." Nate drank down his ice water, watching them with excited eyes. Sean picked up Vaporeon, and they clinked one last time. Tossing back the shot, Mark grunted. Flareon's shot was as thick and as cold as a slushy hot sauce. At the bottom was just two straight up round slices of Jalapeno with just a dash of Cinnamon sprinkled over it.

Mark coughed a little, drinking it down as best he could. His throat burned and the powerful fire whiskey in it did NOT help. His eyes began to water, but his nose had never been more clear. Sean then picked up his Flareon shot, raising it to him as he told him with a smile. "Here's to you, Mark. Critical Hit!" Sean tossed back the Flareon shot and began to cough loudly. Mark's mouth was burning, but he could handle Flareon. Pushing the ketchup bottle toward Sean, he told him a bit gruffly. "You'll want that." Sean bent over the seat, coughing out in a strained voice. "Oh, god! That's worse than Charmander! Fuck!" Sean abandoned the ketchup bottle, grabbing his coffee to gulp it down. The woman arrived with trays of their food. They helped her unload it all with grateful smiles. Before she left though, Nate gestured to the Eevee shots, telling her excitedly. "Another round for us. I want a rematch!" The woman nodded, walking away as Mark downed the Articuno Critical Hit.

After drinking Flareon, Articuno was a blessing and a curse. The sharp cold of Articuno's drink was amazing... until the brain freeze hit you like a truck! His body was so confused over whether he was hot or cold, but he was coughing out frosty breath as he suffered a massive headache! Eating some of their food, the alcohol was starting to sink into their system now. They were laughing more and starting to actually have a good time talking about their young trainer mistakes. Mark lost it upon hearing Nate's story about how he got lost in the woods and mistook a Trevenant as a tree. Apparently, they don't like to be pissed on. Nate laughed, telling them almost through tears. "They chased me right out of the woods! I was both relieved and terrified!" Mark raised an eyebrow, teasing out. "Oh, I bet you were... You pissed on him after all. Who wouldn't be relieved?" Sean lost it then, sending them all into a good long laugh. After they finished eating and were feeling a little more collected again, they finished off the night with one last game.

This time was more fun than the last. Sean was more confident and took risks. They even found themselves kissing a little to share some of the shots that they really liked. Before it got too late into the night, Nate made his move. Standing up from his seat a bit, Nate leaned forward and purred out to Mark devilishly. "Critical Hit, bitch!" Nate dramatically tossed back his shot and cheered loudly. Mark smacked the table, cursing loudly as he whined out. "No! DAMN IT!" Nate picked up Moltres's critical hit shot, telling Mark loudly. "FUCK YA! Moltres!" Mark slid from the booth, falling to his knees in front of Nate as he accepted defeat. Nate tilted his chin up a little, then slowly poured the critical hit into his mouth. The adults left around the Café laughed and cheered at his harsh defeat. Mark could smell the increased Cinnamon and Jalapenos portions before it even reached his tongue. Gagging down the thick hot sauce tasting slushy shot, Mark's eyes started to water. Nate cheered as Mark opened his mouth to show that he had gotten it all down... but his throat and nose were on fire.

He felt like he was leaking from everywhere. Climbing back into the booth, he grabbed the ketchup bottle and sprayed a bunch into his mouth. Nate had danced to his merciless victory before he coaxed them all to stagger their way back up to their room. He had learned so much about them in such a small time and was happy about that. He felt like they had truly bonded. Slipping back into the room, Mark washed his face and brushed his teeth to get rid off the Moltres shot. When he came back out, he was surprised to see Nate on the master bed with his back to the wall and Sean laying across his lap. Nate was leaning over Sean and giving him advise on being a better kisser through chuckles. Sean giggled, trying to take his advice but he was still so shy when it came to kissing. Mark removed his shirt, crawling up onto the bed with them. Nate lifted his head and Mark greeted him with a kiss. He was a bit jealous that Nate kept kissing Sean. He didn't like being a third wheel. Nate coaxed him to sit next to him, telling him in a husky voice. "Hey, Mark...? Do you mind taking over with him for a bit?"

Mark nodded, letting Sean adjust over both their laps. Sean giggled, his hands half covering the front of his jeans. Nate's hands were sliding along Sean's legs, trying to get him to relax. Staring down into Sean's blue eyes, Mark gave into his desire to kiss him. Brushing Sean's bangs away from his face, Mark held Sean's face still and claimed his lips. He started slow and timid like Sean usually liked... but he got bored with it quickly and deepened the kiss to be hungrier and lustier. He heard Sean start moaning into the kiss and thought it was because of his kiss... until he glanced at Nate. Nate was starting to bite Mark's shoulder, while his hand was fondling Sean's crotch over his jeans. Giving Nate a quick kiss, Mark couldn't help thinking how this night was going to get a lot more fun. To be Continued...